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First oil rig in the Gulf leaves - is this part of Obama's "focus like a laser beam" on jobs? "Diamond Offshore announced Friday that its Ocean Endeavor drilling rig will leave the Gulf of Mexico and move to Egyptian waters immediately — making it the first to abandon the United States in the wake of the BP oil spill and a ban on deep-water drilling. And the Ocean Endeavor's exodus probably won't be the last, according to oil industry officials and Gulf Coast leaders who warn that other companies eager to find work for the now-idled rigs are considering moving them outside the U.S." http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/business/7101738.html If you shut them down - they will leave.
This was inevitable and predictable. Therefore INTENTIONAL.
Companies can't just leave multimillion dollar pieces of equipment sitting idle.
Obama is waving bye-bye to some more jobs.
Another knife in the back of our economy.
Just like Obsama planned it.
Obama IS the next 9/11 attack.

Constructive Criticism Please? I have to write a descriptive essay for my College Composition class and I was just wondering if this was pass-inable. I'm not quite done yet but this is what I have so far: As wind begins whipping in one window and out the other, she blows right back. Eventually the exasperated face stops filling its cheeks and moves on. A blur of green and brown flashes by, and another, and another, increasing in speed as if the face has moved behind and is pushing us along. There’s a screech as inertia takes over and we crash into one another, she sighs at yet another hairpin turn. Light pours between like spotlights before us, leading us on our way. The blur of green glows radioactively as the brown softens. We gaze in awe at the gorgeous contrast as inertia takes over yet again but no sigh follows this time for the wind behind us has gone. Without knowing what to do, we do what is expected of us as our eyes close and bodies relax. As a breeze creeps up from behind, we coast without moving towards a feeling of bliss, of Zen, of enlightenment. Eyes opened, we can now hear the distant ebbing and flowing of the past as we reach out and touch the rough and steadily growing tree of our childhood. We’re suddenly aware of having noses and all we can focus on is this smell; a sweet, warm aroma carried through the air on beams from a flaming star that peers through our translucently green cover. Everything falls together as she climbs further than she’s ever climbed before, as I sprint and jump into a cold blanket of buoyancy instead of the usual sinking. We finally begin to realize that time gives strength. I feel my body shake and my stomach bounce with laughter as I reach out for her to join me as my body rises and falls, but she is no longer there. Instead of seeing the warmth of sun peering through leaves, all I hear is the crash and scrape of water on rocks. All I feel is the weight of my clothes and the numbing cold of this vast body of salt water that stretches as far as I can see in all directions. I may have been floating before but this coldness as well as the weight of my clothes seems to have increased as I struggle to stay afloat. Eventually my arms and legs become as useful as slabs of meat and I sluggishly sink deeper and deeper.

How is this so far (novel)? The sun outstretched across the Canadian sky, giving off radiating beams of warmth. Each beam reflected off the smooth black surface of the cruising Dodge Quad Cab. Each window of the truck stood open, blasting the family with cool and fresh air. The driver, Henry Morris looked in his mid-forties, relaxed back in his seat as he looked at the lush greenery that the Canadian coast has to offer. To his side sat a Kate Morris, her curly dirty blonde hair flailed in the wind as each gust of air pasted. She looked about the same age as the man that sat directly across from her. Her eyes look empty and saddened as she stared out at the water; shimmering from the dancing beams from the sun. Abigail Morris, their daughter, lay outstretched across the back seats, resting each of her sneaker-bound feet outside the left back window. Her straightened brown hair rested down mid-arm length; lighting fluttering in the wind. Her oversized sunglasses cut out most of the sunlight, giving her vision a grayish haze. Her white headphones blasted music into her ears, muffling out all other noises while she sketched onto her writing pad as she rested her back on a large purple pillow. “Kate, look at that!” The driver directed over to the woman in the front seat in a raspy voice. He pointed out to a couple dozen geese soaring across the baby blue sky. Kate looked up, brushing a small tear out the corner of her eye and smiled. “Hun, that’s beautiful,” Kate responded as she leaned towards her window to get a better look, “Look how they just glide, it’s just fascinating.” After the birds past Kate leaned back into the seat and stretched her left hand under her seat and pulled out a large paper-back book entitled “Loosing a loved ones and how to face it” and sat it on her lap. She let out a long drawn out sign as she focused on the cover of the self-help novel. “How are you feeling?” Henry asked, still focusing on the road but brushing his left hand through her curls. “Fine I suppose,” Kate replied, not breaking her gaze off of the book. “I’ll get better,” Henry started, “We’ve both set plenty of time off work to just relax at the cottage. You just need to get you mind off of things for a little bit.” Kate didn’t respond. She grazed her fingers across the many torn pieces of paper sticking out the top of the book. Each one marked a step, a milestone to recovery. She didn’t really believe in it, but it was something to hope upon. The truck passed a green sign displaying “Welcome to Kingsville, Canada!” in wide white letters. Henry shifted his hand from Kate to the back seat, giving Abigail a gentle pat on her knee. She looked upwards and slid off her head phones and pushed down her sunglasses. “Yeah?” Abigail blurted out, setting down her writing pad. “We’re almost here, probably ten more minutes.” Henry responded, catching eye contact with Abigail through the rear view mirror. “Really?” Abigail questioned as she stretched out her arms, “Seems like we just passed the bridge.” Henry ran his hand through his brown hair and shifted both hands onto the steering wheel. Kate opened the book to a marked page and reclined back into her seat, tossing the red piece of paper, which marked the page, to the side. Abigail moved both of her feet onto the seat and lifted up her purse from behind her pillow. She unzipped the designer bag, grabbing a small tube of lip gloss. The truck hit a small bump, tossing the lip gloss onto the floor. “Shit!” Abigail whispered, trying to regain balance. “Abigail! Language please!” Henry gasped, giving her a stern look through the rearview mirror. “Sorry!” Abigail replied sarcastically, widening her eyes. Abigail bent down, feeling around for the tube. Her fingers grasped the tiny plastic object and yanked it up to eye level and applied it firmly on her lips. Abigail placed the tube back into her purse, exchanging it for her cell phone and flipped it open. After a few clicks she closed it back up, slipping it into her jean pocket. Abigail shifted over behind Kate and placed both arms over her shoulders. Kate smiled, placing down her book. Ohh, now I'm interested in what the mother is mourning over and what's wrong with the father! :)
I liked it so far, hence I read all of it XD
I definitely think you should keep going with it!
If it wouldn't be too much to ask, I would you please read mine?
It's not that much but I would really appreciate it! :)
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ak4ROg86mbaDTLx2BUml9AHsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090627191748AA3mFtb
P.S.-good luck with yours! ^^

First oil rig in the Gulf leaves - is this part of Obama's "focus like a laser beam" on jobs? "Diamond Offshore announced Friday that its Ocean Endeavor drilling rig will leave the Gulf of Mexico and move to Egyptian waters immediately — making it the first to abandon the United States in the wake of the BP oil spill and a ban on deep-water drilling. And the Ocean Endeavor's exodus probably won't be the last, according to oil industry officials and Gulf Coast leaders who warn that other companies eager to find work for the now-idled rigs are considering moving them outside the U.S." http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/business/7101738.html obama didn't specify what kind of laser beam he would be now did he? He actually mean death ray......Way to go obama....you're killing more jobs as we speak.

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